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| Even on this sleepless night
I sit alone, yet have no fear.
Sadness is no welcoming light
and is very far from near.
Though many say that love is endless
Few would know to tell.
But no matter how far the world brings us
Love you, I always shall.
Again I sit,
alone but not lonely,
Yes I'll quote that overused line,
But tonight, my dear,
This heart is missing,
Or at least it is not here.
I left it there the day I parted,
Sweet sorrow in my words,
For there is no land of the missing hearted,
As love takes no prisoners.
This is my way to say I miss you
I love you and all that jazz,
For I cannot buy you fancy gifts
Meer words are all I have.
And yet I'll claim you leave me breathless;
Speechless if you will,
For in you presence, your beauty so radiant,
Drove this poet too his knees.
I cried to God for guidence and help
And pleaded with Satan through prayer
That a man like me, so simply confused
Could promise he'd always be there.
Again I'll say, this is my way
To say how much I need you.
Love and passion is bursting within,
Crying for freedom,
Pleading to be released,
Dying to be shown,
Begging for mercy,
And scratching, slashing, prying at this heart,
This poor poet's heart
Overcome by beauty and love,
Lust and caring,
And hope,
Hope for an eternity as one being,
One love, life, feeling,
Yet two people.
This is my way to say I miss you
I love you and all that jazz,
For I cannot buy you fancy gifts
Meer words are all I have.
I know that this is all you could ask for,
Yet not even what you need,
For you tell me you love me
And you know I do you
Together we can be free.
We don't need to buy
Build or create,
We together simply know
That the other, forever,
Will love each for always,
And that's just how it goes.
For this heart is missing,
Or at least it is not here,
Not broken or shatered or lost,
It's simply been left in the hands of my love,
Where it shall stay,
No matter the cost.
I left it there the day I parted,
Sweet sorrow in my words,
For there is no land of the missing hearted,
As love takes no prisoners.
This is my way to say I miss you
I love you and all that jazz,
For I cannot buy you fancy gifts
Meer words are all I have. | | |
| Stars, are what we will never know
Stars, are the light to our unkown life
Stars, are the friends we could have
Stars, are the people we could meet
Stars, are the people we could lose
Stars, are what we will never know
I'm a star to you
And to all the world
Just a star, not person
My differences aren't seen
Unless somebody gets close close
And nobody plays with that kind of fire
The light from me
Shines down on others
But they still look past me
All they see is the big picture
Nobody sees my individuality
All they see is the group, all alike
Try taking a chance
Step into the heat I give
Walk through the fire around me
Let me show you that I can be true
Realize that I'm no star, but a fire for you
Look to the stars, take one last chance
Look to the stars, to guide your choice
Look to the stars, for help and for hope
Look to the stars, for the truth from your heart
Look to the stars, to see who you belong with
Look to the stars, and tell me you see me
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| We've all felt that fear to know
to hear to show
admit to who we are
or even submit to how far
we've come from step one.
We all try to hide inside
and confide in our fear
so we won't hear
won't know and then
will never show
just what we do
or who we are.
The loss of grip on reality
we slip to the bottom
of our self filled pit
to split and scream
as we run
once our past has begun
to catch up with us.
We all know who we are
was who we were before.
It defines us to the core,
asks for more,
till the shore of our sanity is lost.
So stand up, break down
with the sound of your voice
the walls of fear of choice
and express
the repressed
so success
and freedom can follow.
Fear not who you are
and know that if you shed
a tear
not to fear
just realise
the size
of the weight
of your fate
and share
express
define
Yourself
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| When the right pictures show
Wrong music plays
Simple thoughts wander
And pains soars
Wait until Tonight
Tonight
When the eagles soar
the starts shine
Tonight
When flowers close
and sunlight fades
It leaves us all with nothing
Tonight.
Tonight, the night of nights
When heart beats race
and eyes flash
Flare, the passions sears
through body and soul
When the hands clench fists
and smiles fade
When man will just collapse
Tonight.
Tonight
If it all falls through
What then?
Will have to fight again?
Or will the moon just let us sleep?
We swim in anger
Just turn the lights off
let us weep
And share our pain
With all the world.
Through blood
and sweat
and tears.
Tonight
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The view
from above is startling green, only to be punctured by the clearest
of blues. Mimicking bottled water for clarity and the wolf for
self-preservation, this wondrous view entices the eyes. Even in the
plane you can see pines untouched and maples untapped, each with
their own saplings around them. They wave in the wind, scaring birds
of brown and gold into flight, each mingling and flowing together to
make a mass more solid than the stone cliffs they hunt from, yet more
fluid than the water below.
Once on
the ground, the pine dominates the nostrils. Underlying oak and fresh
water spice become more apparent as you approach the shore. The plane
fades giving way to the singing winged and the frantic four-legged,
each pursuing their friends.
Noon
fast approaches, drawing the silky deer and cotton rabbits for a
drink from the smooth self-provided lake. Not a stream for stragglers
nor a pond for the peckish, simply serenity serenading silence
towards towers of trees tangled together.
Through
thorns and burs meeting wasps and bees, each prick on the arm is
cooled by the soft brush of wind giving lift to seeds and feathers.
The barrier of bark is broken, leaving ecstasy for the senses. All is
clear. Each tree is defined;animal heard;wind chilling;sweep felt.
Every notion of beauty is known and the description is lost.
Perfection in a glance is held from this point and no man has played
a part. Nature at it's finest. This untouched world is larger than
the earth, yet confined to this one piece of perfection protruding
from development. From this single cliff, the glory of a wild world
can be seen a thousand fold. | | |
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